I'm a man killed.
I don't remember anything about my death.
All I know is I'm killed by a man whose face I don't remember in a brick shithouse [Or A man killed me whose face I don't remember.] Now my body's up and wandering around in the air.
God blessed me.
God gave me a chance to see something I didn't know before.
I float in the air to know what I don't know.
I first go to my house.
Nothing changed in the house.
I move my body to the kitchen. Silence.
I don't feel silence, now I see the silence.
I leave the kitchen to move other room looking around slowly.
Mum, your son is here with the soundless body.
Try to feel me, not to see me.
Now this is how[Or the way] you see me.
You still left my broken old LP player in place.
As if i'm alive.
I come out of the house.
I see a train coming toward me.
Why the train doesn't stop.
Here I am in front of [Or before] it.
I recall one of my friends who killed himself without his two legs after a train accident.
My friend, I'm standing right in front of a train with two legs and it passes through me.
What's the difference.
Now I'm still alive with the dead body, but you killed your breathing body.
I leave with my body behind the rail.
Lord, I still can walk, think, remember and cry like now.
What's it if it isn't tears running my cheeks?
I think to myself staring at the broken corss on the top of the church for ahead.
May 2016
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